Runtz
[Intro]
Eugh
Huh
(Kahleation)
[Chorus]
I just step on the block I’m fucking fitted up
They put a band on my head I ain’t touched
I got a bad bitch I got a crush
I got some money I bought that ho lunch
Equip the bankroll then I go everywhere I want
I smoke on Captain Crunch
Slapped the fuck n***a out at brunch
I fuck with the grabba, that shit got punch
I mix up the wawa with the runtz
[Verse]
Push up east side, got every strain
She fuck with the lame n***a she is a lame
I’m in white line, I ain’t in lane you know GSP finna call up the gang
They be in and off the court young n***a ball for the plays or ball for the money
Bad bitch I just went got me a honey
Bags on they head, go get 'em off of me
And my young n***a smoke on broccoli
And these big n***as think they could boss me
And I used to be shopping at Ross
Now a young n***a ball out Balenci’
Fuck up the whole crew, they diss me
They be bitching, they say I be cloning
Send a blitz everyday got em posting
They be lying ‘bout what they be posting
Whole time these n***as be bitches
Had to trap off Motorola
I was fat as fuck, sipping on soda
I get tatted I’m taking yo’ bitch
Got me fucked up I just got my drip up
(yuh)
[Chorus]
I just step on the block I’m fucking fitted up
They put a band on my head I ain’t touched
I got a bad bitch I got a crush
I got some money I bought that ho lunch
Equip the bankroll then I go everywhere I want
I smoke on Captain Crunch
Slapped the fuck n***a out at brunch
I fuck with the grabba that shit got punch
I mix up the wawa with the runtz
Eugh
Huh
(Kahleation)
[Chorus]
I just step on the block I’m fucking fitted up
They put a band on my head I ain’t touched
I got a bad bitch I got a crush
I got some money I bought that ho lunch
Equip the bankroll then I go everywhere I want
I smoke on Captain Crunch
Slapped the fuck n***a out at brunch
I fuck with the grabba, that shit got punch
I mix up the wawa with the runtz
[Verse]
Push up east side, got every strain
She fuck with the lame n***a she is a lame
I’m in white line, I ain’t in lane you know GSP finna call up the gang
They be in and off the court young n***a ball for the plays or ball for the money
Bad bitch I just went got me a honey
Bags on they head, go get 'em off of me
And my young n***a smoke on broccoli
And these big n***as think they could boss me
And I used to be shopping at Ross
Now a young n***a ball out Balenci’
Fuck up the whole crew, they diss me
They be bitching, they say I be cloning
Send a blitz everyday got em posting
They be lying ‘bout what they be posting
Whole time these n***as be bitches
Had to trap off Motorola
I was fat as fuck, sipping on soda
I get tatted I’m taking yo’ bitch
Got me fucked up I just got my drip up
(yuh)
[Chorus]
I just step on the block I’m fucking fitted up
They put a band on my head I ain’t touched
I got a bad bitch I got a crush
I got some money I bought that ho lunch
Equip the bankroll then I go everywhere I want
I smoke on Captain Crunch
Slapped the fuck n***a out at brunch
I fuck with the grabba that shit got punch
I mix up the wawa with the runtz